"Love will save us all." @ineffablefate - Tumblr Blog

the truth is i can be a talented, funny, smart, well-dressed, generous, considerate, fit, hard-working, passionate, honest, loyal, confident and modest individual, and still feel absolutely worthless in the eyes of others. until i discover and own my inherent worthiness as a living being independent of all the qualities that are supposed to make me more lovable, no amount of improving my image will make me feel worthy.

We could give you 111 practical and simple techniques to completely overcome your suffering, and just 2 or 3 of them would relieve you, but you will not do any of them. Most people do not actually want to overcome their suffering, they want to wallow in the pitiful 'glory' of it. They want to create more of it and then hold anyone but themselves responsible. They want to feel helpless and defenseless to it, and more than anything they want to remain ignorant to their secret desire to keep the game of suffering going. This must be the first realization of anyone seeking to end their suffering: that they are actually quite addicted to it.

the way is not an accumulation of knowledge; it is neither learned nor taught. the way is a means of navigation through a world where every sign and map is a deceit leading deeper into confusion and away from the truth. the way is revealed by a compass magnetized by the heart to overthrow the mind from the throne of the temple.

dailydoseofsun

riverside revelations

seabed of sunken dreams from below, never ending currents of reality from above. i went under once. fought against buoyancy and the sting that came forth when i opened my eyes. i knew i had to go back up for air, but i couldn't bring myself to forget the breathtaking blue.

literaryvein

L. V., writing as you sleep

my life converges in coalescence as finally i give up grasping at the essence, and so spills her eternal secrets that are answers without questions, who can at once breathe you in and leave you breathless. and only my own fire guard kept this treasure in the depth of a solace reckless to hide my soul's shine from the sun who might suspect this glow to take a better turn than i had yet the courage to summon. love held the moon and the flower's fragrance as one to bleed between the lines of what we wound, and howling sea-crash i did mouth the open sky to swallow stars of silver rage and despairing from out of hope the starving bait of what i say and don't obey takes little note to the gnawing grave, a scale i weigh against the throat to speak its heavy and breaking me down as i reach the peak of what i carried all this way to pave a fate i couldn't escape, only once i dragged my feet and now i hurry.

#poetry

If you lack kindness and humility, any talent or beauty you possess quickly becomes crude and ugly to me. There is nothing more unattractive than someone fortunate enough to be given good gifts who still chooses to be cruel and arrogant.

Bada bing bada blast... nah. Bada big bada bang... closer... bada big bada boo-... mother of god...

enlightenment is not what you think. it is what you do not think.

i forget i chose this, frozen soulship inside love's non-disclosure. peeled of motion and put up pink slips sunset with godblood abridging engines. roar the warring path of distance and the ghost's resistance gets you going on the goner you make all things out of: speech and the peddling story tipped the flick of your tongue. i did believe i was done. eating this quiet so hungry for a gun.

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definegodliness

A Summer's Sun In Spring

Stark blue;

Unhindered, The first among the worshiped Reaches down with a thousand Fingers.

We are all caressed, quieted, and perhaps A bit sluggish;

Overwhelmed by the clarity Of purest illumination, by no means Obscured, today.

Even the birds, Who had before burst out in gleeful song At what was nothing more Than the first timid caress, Sing small now, blanketed By omnipresent Embrace.

The bumblebees, first And foremost busy things, tumble about Lazily.

What a strange, tranquil day.

Everything alive just seems to sigh; Re-affirmed, satisfied, Consciously Basking.

Do you remember the first time we met?

It was a day like this, A summer's sun in spring, And all Went quiet,

Just the same.

Maybe two people fell in love Today, just the same.

I hope they will Make it.

huariqueje

Moon - Alejandro Sintura , 2025.

Colombian , b. 2000 -

Oil on canvas , 35 x 30 cm.

stolenhead

you are weeping laughter inside the bloodless wound of someone else's sunday morning you sing incantations behind the chapel veil of each unbroken dawn

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